Banish not desire
We are not lost to aspire
Empathy holds fire
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Monthly Archives: June 2019
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Let Love Speak
Posted at 12:36 am , on June 30, 2019
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This Place We Know
Posted at 5:18 pm , on June 29, 2019
A quiet forest in the middle of the city
exists the walkers, onlookers, birders
all living lives in the peace of serenity,
we know this place inside our borders.
A sunrise brings the breezy fields to life
solitary bench relives memories so well
one could imagine a moment is so rife
with nostalgic impulse a familiar knell.
Notice the overhanging branches nearby
in Nature’s ambience she took me there
such special surroundings one might cry
to know such beauty is our everywhere.
This is a place in love she’ll know I know
a silent tear for her, is a sweet scenario.
© elegantmusings 2019
for Z
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Fighting Balance
Posted at 10:17 pm , on June 28, 2019
I did this to you,
my reasoning
a need to hang onto
your loving expression.
I did this to you,
the constant drive
to convince her only
she can be beautiful
I did this to you,
because love is
certain confusion
lives remain in wander
I did this to you,
for that gift of your
delightful demeanor
always attracts beauty.
I did this every day,
every moment of my life
because yours, that sweet
reminder of love is you.
I wish there was a way,
balance begins today.
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Cannot Break It Down
Posted at 2:59 pm , on June 28, 2019
This love he feels
cannot be defined
only realized
when recalling her eyes
he is drawn to the moment
sweet smile somber
he might feel her pain
with her elegance
he is designed to restrain
any trace of loneliness
might ooze from her lips,
instead would he follow
the ends of the earth
to be by her side,
to hold her in swift
protect her from a tide
that represents
a societal scrutiny.
though he mix his words
with confusion
there is only love
would emanate his heart
to let her supple
touch … his soul,
together
they each in their quiet
would hearts never fail.
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She Stands Apart
Posted at 2:53 pm , on June 28, 2019
Certainly one with the crowd
we often seek
might rather blend in the gala
then feel shunned to the balcony
Of course there is mystique
in a darkened corner
awaiting his presence
sweep me off my feet
Oh there stand the dignitaries
awaiting a shower of feigned
admiration, for the world
is always their muse.
Waiting solo with a smile
she stands a posture
sweet character and elegance
for her smile make a man swoon.
Is always this case, woman in black
eyes to match her delicious mystique
an untouchable – perhaps
a quiz of the heart.
Yet so many a man would desire
her company, for her real,
a genuine air of beauty stands alone
unafraid and necessary.
In the light of a gala designed facade
stands a woman of grace surely beheld.
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The Effort
Posted at 1:01 pm , on June 28, 2019
I stood on the edge of the canyon
an audience spectacle
too many voices to listen to
while cascading past natural
rock formations,
hard, brittle, scathing returns
the body bounced across the horizon,
so quickly, so deep into the earth,
unrecognizable meeting its end.
What is it goes through a person’s mind
in mid-air, a descent beyond
the imagination,
complete fear,
no longer attached to the soil,
a free fall of choice
when the world seems beyond
our own desire to walk with security.
When does the jumper decide to ignore
the reality of love that exists around their
broken dreams, unsettling fears,
when again do they come to terms
with the pain they inflict
upon others when it is them, they
him or she
that is fighting some demon
designed to task their soul
to forgive themselves
without impulse.
Do the shadows ever disappear
or are we mortal dependents on fear.
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A Grandiose Departure
Posted at 1:43 am , on June 28, 2019
No ticker-tape parade
just blackness
a dream that never evolves
an eternal anesthetic
drawn upon by mortal fear
the lack of desire
to face the conflict of our lives
is it delightful to the eye
certainly not
more the morbidity is accentuated
by the confusion left behind
the soul readied for the next day.
Our lives do hang in the balance
we choose to live, decide to die.
we find ourselves battling
the rights of the wrongs.
Yesterday I enjoyed the darkness
a quiet left me undisturbed
until I heard from a dear friend
the news did not offer me solace.
So call it grandiose,
a cop out if you may
I follow the trail of the many
who decidedly felt no love.
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Written Tears
Posted at 12:59 am , on June 28, 2019
We once gave our lives,
while slowly
she took pieces back,
he couldn’t control,
nor did he want to,
yet each time he felt a new pain
knowing this part of himself
would be gone
and that pieces of her
she no longer inclined
to spell freedom
in their love.
He would give his all
his world would be hers
and yet
answers to questions
he might ask
never answered
despite him always giving her
a response to her
curiosity
no questions exchanged,
leaving him vulnerable
for today’s cyclone
the destruction of
everything he loved …
her
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On Being Real
Posted at 9:00 pm , on June 27, 2019
This is who I am
nothing more
I stood on a hill when I was 12
prayed that God save my life
Decades later the answers
the confidence
some semblance of understanding
still evades me.
I put myself out there
give the world my eyes,
my feelings, my desires, my …
wishes all neatly packaged
for anyone to play,.
And they do,
they play me like a bad violin,
over and over and over
until I cannot breathe
any more
no more
not worth it
any more.
I’d rather be you,
without a conscience,
I’d rather be them,
without any
purpose,
beyond the bullshit
of their lives,
surface level promises,
no depth.
God help us all,
a deeper context
will kill us all..
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Discovering Loss
Posted at 8:01 pm , on June 27, 2019
I felt pain today,
caused more than I felt
I’ve been riding along this crest of survival
and the foundation finally
faltered
I tumbled to the ground
my face planted in the mire of my reality
I found I have no place to go,
only the shelter of misery
woe is me?
No, this is truth,
I could not if I tried
pretend life any different
than lost solace, lost hope
the desolate nature of loneliness
is mine forever
in a cloudless night
the stars will only scream
rather than offer peace.
No peace,
no hope,
no.
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